And I love her so, I wouldn't trade her for gold

What did this ever mean to you?
I wish it was something
Little thing;
Anything...
Or was it just nothing?

Maybe for once,
I'd rather it not be
Another mistake
Temporary insanity
Lapse of judgement.

And I forget how hope is just poison;
It rots the flesh from the inside
It drains the soul into a vacuum
It leaves a stench irrevocable,
Stench of what would be
What could have been
What can never be
Ever again